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As dim light came from the old building's windows, a team of men surrounded a woman in an abandoned building. The night was just starting, as the moon came up and shone down on the deserted area. This army of men wasn’t just any army. It was the woman’s enemy. The organization that killed most of her family.
“Rosebud, we have you surrounded! Give up or die!” One of them yelled, but Rosebud was calm as usual.
The eeriness of the building made it scary. Rosebud’s giggling could be heard throughout the hallways of the structure.
“I give up. I’m not a match for you.” Rosebud’s giggling ended, admitting defeat, her voice a dull tone.
The men questioned in their minds, had she lost her mind? How could the villainous Rosebud give up this easily? It seemed she had indeed lost her mind.
They shrugged and went in to arrest her.
Arresting her seemed too easy, in fact, it was.
Rosebud shot the officer with her bow, disappearing into thin air. The other men were surprised by this by a long shot. Blood came pooling underneath their boots, as the lifeless body fell down.
Her presence was gone, but one of the men saw her on the top of the roof.
“Get up! She’s there!” They rushed upstairs where they heard her humming.
The men didn’t see her, but they saw glimpses of her through the darkly lit establishment. She had played mind games with them, thinking it was all a game for her. Rosebud’s giggling could be heard over the officers commotions.
“Shit,” One of the guards mumbled, as it was too late. Rosebud took out her violin, her signature weapon that she used - to decapitate.
Violin started to play, as the officers started to equip their weapons in a strict circle.
Rosebud jumped out at them, in mid-air, decapitating at least three men.
Rosebud was known for her stealth and speed, but these men didn’t know what they were dealing with.
The men took action, and one almost hit her with a bullet.
“Next time,” Rosebud hummed in a quiet manner,
“Don’t get so cocky.” She decapitated more men with her speed, blazing right through them.
There were five men left. Rosebud smiled. She had trained for this moment, killing her own enemies.
She disappeared yet again, and soon enough, in a minute or so, the men were dead. She started playing her violin after winning. It was like a call for heaven to take these men into a good afterlife.
Her violin playing was skilled, and clearly, she had trained a lot on it. She hummed along, not knowing there was one survivor left amongst the men.
The man attacked, Rosebud not realizing her own mistake.
A dagger almost hit her neck, Rosebud swiftly dodging it with her violin. It broke her bow on the violin.
The man mumbled something, but it was too late. He was dead in one swipe. Blood was everywhere.
Rosebud’s phone rang, as the ringing got louder each second.
“Fumiko.” She answered the phone - yelling coming out of the other side.
“Where the hell are you, Viola? Are you drunk? Are you okay? Did something happen again?” Fumiko, a woman in her twenties, had called Viola.
Rosebud, her real name, Viola, answered, “I’m okay, the bus is late,” She explained.
“Viola, you can’t keep giving me heart attacks! I’ve been trying to text you,” Fumiko pouted over the phone.
“Sorry, Miko, I promise to text you next time.” Viola chuckled, keeping the phone close to her ear.
“Alright, good. See you then?” Fumiko asked.
“Yeah, see you.” Viola answered.
The call ended, Viola pressing the end button. There was blood all around her. She didn’t have time to clean it up, so she had to leave without any fingerprints left behind.
Viola broke the dagger with her strength, throwing it out the structure’s windows. She tied her hair up, as it was before in her civilian clothes. Then, she went downstairs the building. She didn’t see anyone there, except she could hear her own footsteps echo in the hallways.
“Oh, right.” Viola mumbled, and she started to play violin one last time before she left the building. She played it for the last enemy she killed, sending her goodbyes to them. Viola stopped playing, as the wind breezed through her hair. It made her feel calm in a way.
All that was left was Viola’s bag. It had her civilian clothes that she changed to.
Her clothes were mostly hoodies, customized jeans (thanks to Fumiko) or Fumiko’s own sewed clothes she made for Viola.
Fumiko’s sewing addiction was a little much, even for Viola. Viola would come home, see Fumiko sewing something and tell her it was a surprise. Then, a day or so later, she would get the gift that she made for Viola. It was pure dedication on Fumiko’s part.
She left the building, walking through the grassy and rocky patches. In the distance, Viola saw the city’s streetlights. It wasn’t that far away from the diminished building’s area, so she got to the bus station quite fast.
Thankfully, the bus just came as Viola stepped in it. Viola saw other people, but it wasn’t as crowded as last time. She remembered there had been a big concert all throughout Britain, one of the most famous artists performing a song.
Sadly, Viola had work to do that day. Viola did want to go to the concert with Fumiko, but she was called into work quite abruptly. Fumiko went to the concert with their other friend, Sora. They ended up having fun at the concert, which Viola didn’t.
Viola had a job close to the concert’s area, another murder. That time, she was able to clean up the mess she had made. She remembered the concert’s lights in the background as she was spilling their bloody trails on the floor.
The bus stopped, and she got out. Viola checked her phone, walking through the city’s streets.
She had her bag on her back and her violin case on her hand.
As she got to the apartment where Fumiko and she lived, Viola went up the stairs. The apartment’s corridors were dirty, which showed a lot about their living conditions.
Viola got her keys out of her jacket’s pockets, and she opened the door slowly. The lights were on. Fumiko ran up to Viola and hugged her.
“Woah, what’s up with your clingy ass tonight?” Viola asked, Fumiko groaning. Fumiko pulled out of the hug.
“Nothing. Just come inside already.” Fumiko smiled.
Viola went inside the apartment, closing the door behind her. They went to eat dinner and exchanged how they were.
“Bartending is sometimes so fucking annoying, like, there was this one customer who was trying to vent his feelings out to me like some sort of attention seeker. He was quite a handful.” Fumiko babbled, Viola enjoying her talking.
“Oh? And what did Fumiko do then?” Viola took a bite of her ramen with chicken, talking with Fumiko.
“Man, I would’ve punched the shit out of him, but my manager told me he would fire me so I just told the old attention seeker to get out of my way. It worked pretty well.” Fumiko said confidently.
Viola nodded, then took another bite of her food.
“Well, during my work, this kid decided to play the violin badly on purpose and oh my goodness. It sounded like some forks scratching along a plate.” Viola explained, rolling her eyes on purpose to show off her point.
Fumiko laughed, nodding and eating her food.
After they chatted a bit about their day, it was movie night - as they had debated yesterday what to do the next night.
They put on one of Ghibli movies, the Totoro one to be exact. They had candy as a treat since Fumiko didn’t like popcorn as much.
“I still don’t get how you dislike popcorn! Seriously, it’s the best,” Viola remarked, as the movie started playing with the starting scene.
“It’s literally not. It tastes too dry.” Fumiko shot back a glance, and Viola shrugged.
They ended up falling asleep during the movie, their other roommates, coming home to the end credits scene of Totoro. They put some blankets on them and let Viola and Fumiko rest.
The night ended peacefully.